titties & ass

Sooooo this weekend in Belgium was as usual, one of debauchery. Whenever people speak of Europe, they mention big-name places like France, Italy, Greece, Spain, etc. I hadn't heard much about Belgium but lemme clear things up: Belgium is the SHIT. I was pleasantly surprised at how beautiful and lively it was. Granted it was only the 2nd stop on my European tour but I found myself liking it in a much more different way from Amsterdam. Brussels was cozy, welcoming, and easy to navigate. We ate at the most scrumptious Thai restaurant, where despite a brief toothache, I wanted to gobble up everythinggggg in site. Seated next to us were two homosexuals who were kind and ordered the girliest drinks possible (in their defense, they did look good). One was from Cameroon and an had inspirational story to tell about the backlash he faced for his sexuality while there (he even did time in prison!. If I can find his card that he gave us, I'll post the link here but anyway, he was very at home in Brussels, which goes to show its vast appeals. We visited a few bars that night where we were solicited by the usual, "No Thank Yous", but kudos to Mayra for bagging a debonair Swede! I don't know if his English was any good but the only language you need is love.. and handsomeness.







We ran into an older man who had his pants buckled above his belly-button who played the role of ASSHOLE to the tee. He got into it with Jaime, calling her profanities when all we were trying to do was order (and by order I mean steal... whoops) a drink from the bar (his actually haha). He was taking up about 3 yards of bar space and would not budge. I tried to speak to him civilly but then he told me to shut-up and all that dissipated. All I remember is knocking down his drink and then grabbing another drink and throwing it at his backside as we walked away. Bitchy move that could have resulted in me getting my ass kicked but you will not speak to me that way.

The next day we shopped around Brussels where I made my most favorite Euro-purchase to date: the most beautiful jacket ever that I named Lisa. We fell madly in love with each other in the store and I had no choice but to buy her. We then traveled by train to Antwerp where we showered, recharged and changed into sluttier gear.






Perhaps that would explain why I was approached by some strange man outside of our hotel who after a brief inquiry about my stay in Europe, asked if I'd ever considered being an escort. Ummmmm cuz I spent 4 years earning degrees to come whore myself out in Europe. Thanks but no thanks. We ended up meeting a really cool Brazilian chick named Natalia who took us to a huge nightclub called Noxx where tequila & vodka Red bulls flowed like water and stripper poles lined the dance floor. GOOD TIMES. We spent the next day taking in the scenery and eating delicious Vietnamese food for lunch and Greek food for dinner. Though I was near death with exhaustion, Belgium was worth it for sure.